Yeah, that’s right, eat it don’t tweet it. I suddenly find myself in an awkward position. These recent years I have found myself making fun of people who can’t seem to simply enjoy their food, they need to take a picture of it and share it with whoever is following them on Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Pinterest, Tumblr, Instagram, Flickr, or whatever the hottest social media expression is these days.
I need Pictures!
However, I have entered a new arena called blogging, and I need pictures! I understand that my blog posts are just that much more interesting if I accompany them with photos. We officially live in a sound-bite generation, where I am told I need to keep my paragraphs short, change font size, add bold typeface, and have pictures whenever possible.
I keep telling my wife that whenever we go out, I need to take pictures. I have a damn iphone, but I feel like such a foodie geek when I whip it out in a restaurant. Someone might see me! I am afraid that I am back in my Los Angeles days, I guess. The result is that I don’t take pictures. I am forced to rely on my kids sharing their photos with me, because they have no such insecurities–it is part of their makeup.
What’s a blogger to do?
What is a blogger to do? I know the answer to this, but I don’t know if I am capable of changing my stripes, getting over myself, and just taking the darn photos.
It is tough, though. I go to many bars and restaurants in town where people know me. How can I continue to make fun of those photo-foodie-fanatics (Yeah, besides short paragraphs and everything else, I am supposed to use tricks like alliteration), if I am one of them?